Zapped

Just be

   And just listen

  Something is whispering to you 

Telling you where to go 

    What to do

How to be 

    I’m not sure it’s the wind that speaks

Or if it is the tree’s waving hello to us

I reckon it’s not nature alone that whispers 

   Because sometimes you can also hear it in the cars whooshing by

Sometimes it’s in the silence in the shower

    Sometimes it’s in the art around you

Or in someones eyes

   Or the way they say hi to you

Sometimes it’s the stars in the sky

   Or in the synchronicities of life

Something 

Somewhere 

Is whispering to you

Telling you where to go

What to do

And how to be 

If you stop and listen for a moment,

Can’t you hear it, too?

. . .

Now, it is not just for the sake of poetry

That I rage against our programming 

But, it’s because

I have to know 

If I have any choice at all . . .

Do we listen to that whisper in our souls

Telling us where to go?

Or do we carve our own paths? Blaze our own trails?

. . . Maybe not a whisper . . . but a lighthouse, somewhere out there in the darkness, guiding us home . . .

Do we follow it? Do we trust it, not knowing where it is we go?

Or are we the fly that’s about to be zapped?  

CH 3/24/25